Four years ago, if you had told me I would be willingly getting up before 7 A.M., I would have laughed in your face. I made it through college without ever taking a class before 10 A.M. I just knew for a fact that it wasn’t in my nature. I…

It was spring 2016, the second semester of my freshman year. I had chopped off all of my chemically processed hair, and I was doing the damn thing. I mean, my fro was out in all of its glory. The sun made my melanin shine bright. I needed a new…

Today is the day that Cyntoia Brown was released from prison and I have… frankly a lot of feelings surrounding her release. On January 7, 2019, the then-governor of Tennessee, Bill Haslam, granted her clemency after she served 15 of the 51+ years of her sentence. Why was she jailed…

In October of 2018, I attended a rally in the center of Chapman University’s campus to protest Brett Kavanaugh’s appointment to the Supreme Court. “No Justice, No Seat!” I remember the cheers, the open mic where I casually announced my sexuality. I remember the scared faces of all the people…

When you’re learning the difference between being an activist and an organizer, a bi-product of apathy often comes along with it. Leading Black Student Union events, recruiting diverse columns for the school newspaper, planning programs over a little bit of rosé, Perfecting all the details can be a lot and…

A year ago today, I announced to the world that I would be leaving Chapman in the middle of the Spring 2018 semester because I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. This diagnosis came after 20 years of life, and it’s not easy finding out that your brain isn’t typical. Leaving…